Seethe Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Seethe



hate you,
Like the line of smoke escaping the filter.
A loathsome creature,
The despicable,
Of which denies the entry of decencies,

I abhor, mostly, the menagerie of emotions
And the feast of memories that fester the cranial
That ebb through veins
Whichever you prefer: loathe, hate, disdain, enmity.
Name it.

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